pilgrimages

I wrote this story for children sometime back, improving on a vaguely-remembered story my grandmother told me, and gave it an end. This is my translation of it in memory of all pilgrimages and boat journeys of childhood: In the distant town of Alappuzha, our Ammini Amma bought a fistful-of-cumin and a fistful-of-mustard from a … Continue reading A Children’s Tale: Fistful-of-Cumin and Fistful-of-Mustard go on a Pilgrimage